"Move." The assassin leader ordered.
Galen didn't. "You won't be getting past me," He said, his voice was even and carrying no fear. He drew his blade. The sound of steel leaving its sheath cut through the noise around them.
The leader tilted his head slightly, assessing Galen's stance. Galen's build was taller and more built. But he had no fear. His mission must be accomplished.
"Then you die." The leader adjusted his grip on his sword and lunged at Galen.
The leader moved too fast. He attacked with a series of quick, shallow cuts aimed at Galen's hand and forearms, attempting to disable rather than deliver a killing blow. Galen raised his sword and blocked every strike.
The leader closed the distance; he aimed for Galen's midsection, but Galen twisted his body, and the blade trapped the assassin's sword. For a moment, they were locked together, their faces inches apart. The leader's eyes were shadowed with no mercy. Galen shoved him back.
